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When Wei Wujie understood that the Ranging Soldier responsible for guiding the Qin Army's Arrow Formation had appeared right in front of the Zhao Army's formation, he instinctively reached for the Sword at his waist, eager to volunteer for battle. However, he was quickly denied by the grim-faced Zhao Sheng, leaving him to sit down in disappointment and silence.
Zhao Sheng's decision to keep Wei Wujie from joining the fray was not due to negligence towards the Ranging Soldier of the Qin Army. As soon as he saw the incoming crossbow bolts, he immediately ordered the Shield Soldiers to provide cover. He then commanded the Cavalry unit to swiftly leave the camp, search for the enemy's Observation Post, and eliminate it without fail!
Seeing the Zhao Army's Arrow Formation thrown into disarray due to the effective counterattack from the Qin Army, Li Xin spat out a mouthful of grass stems. On the flank of the opposing Arrow Formation, a squad of Zhao Army Cavalry was urgently charging toward them.
They were coming!
Li Xin took a deep breath and began calculating the speed of his warhorse. Just as the leading horse was about to enter effective range, he raised his bow and pulled back the Bowstring, aiming and shooting in one smooth motion.
The well-trained warhorse felt a lightness on its back and immediately began to veer off to allow room for the horses behind it to charge forward. It then slowed down progressively until it stopped, looking around for its owner.
Within the Zhao Army formation, there were officials specifically responsible for observing the Cavalry Unit. Upon seeing that only a few horses remained on the charge route, they realized that their entire squad had perished. At that moment, the Qin Army's Observation Post was also exposed. Soon after, a second squad of Cavalry charged out again, shouting and brandishing their weapons as they surged toward a clearly defined target.
Having just achieved victory, Li Xin had taken advantage of Zhao Army's ignorance regarding their target's location. Now faced with arrows shot by Zhao Army Cavalry, he found it increasingly difficult to respond effectively. During several close encounters where he nearly got hit, he managed to shoot down one last Cavalry soldier who had almost reached him.
At this point, only three Arrows remained available for Li Xin. Earlier, he had attempted to grab hold of a Zhao Army warhorse that had charged right up to him but ended up grasping at nothing; it turned out to be an old horse.
The warhorse carrying a full bag of arrows sensed its owner falling off and quickly straightened its front legs while crouching its hindquarters to come to an abrupt stop. Just as a Qin Soldier emerged from behind a tree and reached out his hand, the horse suddenly reared up and spun around, skillfully shaking off the dangling reins before bolting away in panic.
Any seasoned Soldiers would instinctively protect these mounts deep down. Regardless of whether these horses belonged to their own army or the enemy's, they would only harm them if absolutely necessary.
For this reason, Li Xin could only watch helplessly as his warhorse fled without firing any arrows to stop it. By the time he realized that the bag of arrows he was about to seize was running away, he stomped his foot in frustration but found himself powerless.
What could three arrows do!?
Li Xin saw the third squad of Cavalry from the Zhao Army charging from the flank, and the anxiety that had been weighing on him slowly dissipated. Looking back at the orderly counterattack in West Fortress City, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
We are already prepared! What are you waiting for!?
On the day he followed Left Minister Wang He to battle, Li Xin, who had fallen behind while hurrying to join the main camp, heard shouts coming from ahead. Looking up, he saw Luzi, Meng Wu, Wang Jian, and Sun Thirteen on horseback turning back with broad smiles directed at him.
Take care, my brothers!
Li Xin checked himself over again, discarding any excess weight under a tree. He tightened his gear and unsheathed his sword, securing it on his back. After adjusting the angle to ensure he could draw it smoothly without mishap later, he bent down to grab a hard bow from the ground and nocked the last three arrows. By the time everything was ready, the Zhao Army Cavalry had not yet entered range.
"Hmph! Whether you die early or late, it's all the same! Stop dawdling! You're just delaying important matters!"
Feeling frustrated, Li Xin shouted angrily at the approaching enemy and drew his bow to release three arrows. Not caring whether he hit his target or not, he slung the now-empty bow over his shoulder and drew his long sword with a loud shout as he jumped out from behind the tree.
At that moment, the Zhao Army Cavalry also arrived.
The leading Zhao Soldier saw the furious Qin General and raised his spear to thrust forward aggressively. Using the momentum of his charging horse, he aimed for Li Xin's heart with a sharp piercing attack.
If this were a plain field, Soldiers would have little chance against Cavalry. Knowing this well, Li Xin would normally avoid such a disadvantage; however, he was ready to fight desperately at this moment. He did not dodge or evade as he faced the incoming spear tip but instead met it head-on with his sword in a side slash.
The Zhao Army Soldiers were not to be underestimated either; they thrust their spears forward using their horses' speed without holding back. Realizing their thrust had gone off-target, they quickly pulled back and aimed for another strike.
What was said took time, but in reality, it was just a blink of an eye.
The two combatants faced each other in an instant as their horses swiftly moved away from each other. The Zhao Army Cavalry found it easy to disengage since the Qin General before them could not fly or wield magic. However, Li Xin did not feel any relief because several more riders charged toward him immediately after. The two sides exchanged blows without words before quickly separating again.
As he saw the opponent preparing to charge again, Li Xin jumped anxiously, worried that they wouldn't understand him, and shouted in a Zhao accent, "Damn it! Are you all bullying me just because I don't have a warhorse? You have the numbers! If you have the guts, get off your horses and fight!"
After the previous skirmish, the eleven unscathed Zhao Soldiers had a basic understanding of the situation. This Qin General across from them was indeed formidable, but they believed he could only withstand two more charges at most. The frustrating part was that they were in a densely forested mountainous area! Otherwise, a single charge would have been enough to take him down completely.
In the rugged mountainous terrain, it was impossible to line up and exert pressure on the enemy. As the Zhao Soldiers were completing their formation, they suddenly heard a familiar accent and exchanged curious glances.
Unexpectedly, this Qin General turned out to be one of the Zhao People!
The cavalryman who had led the charge earlier clearly held a higher rank and raised his hand to signal everyone to wait. "Hey, Qin General! Where are you from?"
Li Xin weighed his long sword in his hand and snorted coldly. "What do you want to ask for? Come on! Let’s battle for another three hundred rounds!"
The man who asked looked down at his gleaming bronze spear and sighed. "Kid! Don't talk about three hundred rounds! If you can withstand the next charge, you'll be considered a hero! I suppose you've heard of Zhao's Plain King? He is our commander now! Be sensible and surrender quickly! Hmph! The Zhao Army is not like the Qin Army! We treat our captives well! If you can earn the mercy of our commander, we will even provide you with severance pay to return to your homeland!"
Li Xin knew very well whether they could ultimately defeat this Zhao Army cavalry squad. To him, all of what the opponent said was nonsense except for that last sentence about returning home, which nearly brought him to tears.
My homeland! I fear I may never return again!
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